K0mori
Servant Supreme
"I can see it in your eyes." he said, getting back up and sitting down on his throne. Leaving the elf sitting on the steps with her blade resting on the ground. "You have done enough already. Yet, I can see the hunger in your eyes. You crave more... then you'll have more. GET UP!" he shouted.
"Thalarion is my Mouth, for he speaks for me in foreign land. Alexandra is my Hand, for she can reach where I can't, and you, Sharyx Valghemora, shall be my Eye - to gaze upon the enemy lands, and bring Darkness upon the world."
From the moment the Dark Lord guided her blade away from her neck, Sharyx knew that she was absolved of her father's treason - and was free to chart her own path. Still, her brief proximity to doom had left her without a consideration for anything beyond the current moment. It would take her master's voice to call her back from that perilous moment, demanding she stand and face the future.
Dutifully rising to her feet, she was greeted with a new surprise: she would not only be accepted in the Dark Lord's company, but he would bestow upon her the title of the Eye of Darkness - a position doubtlessly predicated on her experience as a captive of the Light in Ilberynn. It was plainly obvious that the Dark Lord harbored an especially deep hatred of the land where he met his prior demise, and especially, for the King that Sharyx had once been instructed to serve. Having already crossed that country once, evading capture and leaving a trail of bodies in her wake, Sharyx could feel her destiny seizing her - as suddenly and forcefully as her master's gauntlet had wrapped around her neck only moments ago.
She would return to Ilberynn someday. There would be no fanfare, and no challenge made; she would pass into their house like a disease and steal their peace and sanctuary. She would gradually wither their virtues from within, estranging them from their god's will as they succumb to fear and paranoia - and cannibalize each other, as all hypocrites do in the bitter end.
And then, when all has unwound and the long shadow of night has fallen across the country, King Lethoriel will understand the price of his poisonous "mercy," and he will seek out the Eye of Darkness - fumbling, groping in the pitch for something which will gratify him with a duel. Instead, should he find the spirit of death he unleashed upon his country, and look into its gaze, he will find it a basilisk and be petrified for his folly.
Yes, Sharyx would someday bring about his destruction, either by her own hand, or (if it should please Darkness), her master's.
But not today.
She was merely a seed which had finally found itself fertile soil. For now she could only seek to grow up strong, and please the Dark Lord with smaller conquests. To begin, she made up her mind that she would travel to the land of the Mandrae Tribes - fox folk who occupy a coastline near the southern tip of the western continent. She would need a foothold from which she could operate safely, and the weak tribal lands provided her a chance to seize a territory close to her fellow dark elves- an advantage for many reasons.
"Ask your questions, say your demands... for the campaign ahead of us is long, and it won't be easy."
"My Lord, I seek to gather those souls left orphaned by the Light, like my own," she answered. "I wish to raise them up from obscurity so that we may kill all obstacles in your path. I believe we should begin at the periphery and work our way in. The Mandrae Tribes are weak, but they may serve as a gateway to more desirable targets to the north." She smiled, and the sickly, deranged look returned to her eyes. It was clear what she was implying: first, the foxes, and then the wolves. Then came the heretical dark elves, by word or by blade, and then, of course, Ilberynn. "Does this please you, my Lord?"
"If I may introduce myself, your lordship, I am Seith. The name 'Voidsinger' was also given to me during my travels, so it serves as my last name." he began as he stepped forward, "I am a servant to Lady Sharyx before you, as deemed by the Matriarch herself. I was with Lady Sharyx during her escape from Ilberynn, and have remained her friend and confidant ever since."
He took a breath, before speaking again. "I wish to hold no secrets from you, my lord. I wish to serve you as loyally as I have served my lady. With that, I will profess now that I practice the arts of Chaos magic. I learned both it and the ways of Dark magic long ago, before I was cast out of the realm of Ilberynn. I wish to use the ways of Chaos to further the goals of Darkness, and see you rule this realm. Control the various creatures and entities born of the Chaos realm, and use them for our own ends."
"...Beyond that, I want a world that only you and the First Sinner rule. No gods. No kings or queens. If they can be killed, then erase them. If they can be made submit to your will, then force them to their knees to kiss your boots." he added, "...That's what I wish for, my lord."
He then looked to Sharyx for a moment, then back to the Dark Lord. "...I offer you the same as my Lady. Should my practice of Chaos render my life forfeit, my blood shall be spilled to make amends. The necromancer can use my corpse as a meat shield, if you wish." he stated, before looking to Sharyx. "My Lady might sever the threads of my life as her first duty as the Eye of Darkness, should you will it. She will not hesitate, and it would further show her devotion to the cause."
"...But allow me to live, and I shall serve you, and the First Sinner, for eternity." His eyes shifted back to the red orbs in the Dark Lord's helmet. "The Gods of Chaos hold no sway over me. It is quite clear they care little for my existence, as they have already attempted to blind me. I am of sound mind and body, bearing not the marks of insanity like their followers."
Sharyx looked to her friend uneasily. It was clear that the earlier discussion at the banquet table had gotten under his skin, and he wished to clear the air as quickly as possible - especially since the Dark Lord had just proved himself quick to anger. She didn't wish to kill him, but if it came to that, she would make it as swift and painless as she could manage. She admired his willingness to go to any length to prove his sincerity, much like she did.
But she also resented him. If his sudden confession resulted in his death, then she will have lost a kindred soul. She quietly wished that he had kept the truth to himself, so that they might have had the chance to celebrate her ascension together. Instead, she gave the Dark Lord a grim nod, prepared to accept his judgement regardless of her own reluctance in the matter.
She would not disappoint her master.
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